10/15/15
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I